Old Post - Shameless Guilt

Oh I found this old piece written in my old blog. Heh heh...just reminds me of those mind-numbing days.

Shamless Guilt

In the speechless world that protects neither the shameful, nor the needful, arises from the ashes of disgust a lame sentinel that would wreck havoc upon the creatures of the innocent and annihilate the truth and raise the fiction; in order to spit acid upon the unexpect and devour the minions of injustice to exhale souls of the kind, and judge the unknowns. All in the name of guilt.

Never will be a time to deliver justice in fair manner for there is no fairness for any blind eye to see. Only specks of dishevelled truth scattered amidst all the fountain drops of beguiling youth. Not a word, not a tear -- not even for a jeer. Sheer luck lays no concrete happiness for those who are crazy enough to believe that all joys come from the skies above or the caverns beneath our feet. What we make, we break and we regret; or relish.

The heart that seeks only to be willful or pitiful is one that sees nothing else that matters except its own fate. One word can define their world. One scene is all it takes to ruffle or wither them away. Pathetic creatures who only believe that they are right. Even the right may not be right and the wrong may be absolutely right. Who is to say when the bubble bursting robots are forever oiled?

And the minds that think they are ever greater than the rest are purely living in a dream world. Driven by a reality that only they can understand. Depraved of some unseen spiritual guidance they walk into the fray with nothing less than a smirk on their face and an attitude that says in a million different words "I am right".

And then there are those who think that their souls are merely forsaken objects that has no more meaning to it. Depression falls in and death comes near. Suicides are the common denominator and all those that believe in this way are the ones who should be volunteered to be eaten by the rats in the sewers. Pitiful? No. Always thinking that misery is their friend and no helping hand can ever make a difference. Begone then. The space between each person is already filled with colourful complexities that by adding a tiny dot of loser into it will make it vile.

But then there are those who are forever lost in the desert. Who live life without any bearing and only think that the straight aimless road ahead is what lies ahead. Period. Go for it and go for what goals there are in it. Live life to the fullest as far as the sands can be seen and the world could stretched to. Go the mingling monkey into the depth of the forest without the flying butterflies to set a sporadic spasm of clueness, and the labyrinth there in lies not the truth, never the heart, nor the soul, to be perched upon a square circle that turns around and over until something that defines "death" comes along.

So be it my little minions of injustice. Exhale the souls of the kind and judge the unknowns. Do what you do best and let me sit here and smile until you too exhale me.